...dreaming of a graffitied van... headed westward with just the
necessities, a guitar that I can't play, and a kayak or two strapped to
the roof. Spending mornings on the water in awe of our surroundings,
days with dirty hands and busy feet following the Spirit wherever He
leads, and nights marveling at the stars and our strange existence...
hmm, where are you and when can we leave?
After the city lights fade away and the District sleeps with peace again...
I'll see you, you'll find me, and off we'll go.
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